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I lost some of my DDLC poetry a couple years ago, so not all the Dokis have poems...but I will eventually make more!!

~The Door~

Style: Monika

written sometime in 2023 or 2024

In front of me lies a door,

With a broken handle 
  and a smashed window.

It creaks slowly, with the caress of the wind guiding it.

The light reflects off of the broken glass, blinding my eyes and preventing me from seeing beyond it.

Do I dare, do I try? 
Do I see what’s on the other side?

If I grab the doorknob,
 I know what’ll happen.



    I’ll bleed.



  But I want to see
What’s on the other side.

My hand, just a few spaces from the door.
  Shakes.

~~~

This was another confession poem; Monika is conflicted—worried about what could happen if she were to try and pursue the feelings she feels rising, while also desperately wanting to.

~Resistance~

Style: Monika

written on December 7th, 2023 (12/07/23)

My hand lays still.

Unwilling, unmoving.

For an eternity, I sit here, my entire being confined to this menial task.

A stain. Ink pools and spreads along the thin lines designed to keep me,

Keep us, in order.

How long will I linger,
Screaming and pleading to move, to breathe?

I take out my heart, just to curse it for beating.
And I take out my pen, just to put it back away.

~~~

A poem written with inspiration from the Side Stories in DDLC Plus; namely, when Monika tries to write, and ends up causing a pool of ink to spread on her paper.

~Every Time~

Style: Natsuki

written on November 26th, 2023 (11/26/23)

My heart beats to a tune I've never heard before
Though, I think I still know the words.
Far down in my mind I can hear them being mumbled
Every time I look at you.

My mind sends itself into a spiral,
Everytime you glance my way.
Maybe you were just looking for your friend, or a misplaced pencil,
But it still happens
Every time you look at me.

I don't know what to do with my hands
I keep them at my sides, then switch to my pockets.
It's all I can do to keep them from covering my blushing face instinctively
When I talk to you

Is my heart even beating?
Maybe it's too fast to tell.
All I can think of is four little words,
repeating in my head, to the tune of your voice,
"You're talking to me".

~~~

This poem was written as a confession to Yuri, if I recall right, but can be applied to any ship.